Post by KEIR on Jun 26, 2017 19:43:43 GMT -5
THE LAND IS A MARKER LINE
ALL I AM IS A BODY ADRIFT IN WATER, SALT, AND SKY
 [attr="class","crachel"]446 words [attr="class","crachel"]@anybody Keir, new to the island of Toren, finds himself standing before the wide-open mouth of a large and intimidating cave. He's thirsty and knows that water is somewhere within, but he knows it would be immensely stupid of him to just prance inside when predators could be lurking in the darkness. | Despite having a lack of love for intense adventuring and seeing everything there was to see, Keir had to admit that he certainly had a knack for ending up in the craziest and most out-of-reach places. He stared down the gaping mouth of a large cave, its entrance tucked into the foot of a hill along the far edge of the Gypsy Forest. Despite its high ceiling, rugged floor, and large rocks painted gold by the setting autumn sun, the black-tailed deer was left unimpressed by the spectacle, feeling more disinterested than fascinated, more uneasy and eager to move on than willing to stay in order to explore. He continued to peer into the cave, his brown eyes attempting to pierce the darkness that lurked deeper within. He didn't dare step past the threshold, preferring to keep his hooves standing on a mix of pale gravel and shriveled grass than on an uneven slope comprised of jagged boulders. He snorted, displeased. Keir wasn't terribly familiar with caves for very obvious reasons, but he knew enough about them to foresee bats exploding out of the depths of this pit come the soft fall of twilight. He could easily picture the faces of snakes and bugs, too, their disgusting bodies surely tucked into every crevice here, waiting for nighttime in order to begin their patrolling. And there was always the possibility of some predator living here within the safety of the cave's walls. Mountain lions especially loved seeking shelter within the many bellies of the earth, their kind seeming to like the cold and mysterious interiors of these sorts of normally inhospitable places. The black-tailed deer would never understand that mindset, but he was a berry-eater and foliage-chewer, which meant he was wired much differently from the beasts who subsisted on flesh. Shaking his head in disapproval, Keir huffed once again, feeling a little more than frustrated. In truth, he had followed his nose here in search of water. He was new to the land of Toren, and so the locations of rivers, lakes, and streams were unknown to him. From within the cave, he could smell the earthy scent of groundwater, making him feel relatively confident that this place wielded a pool or underground stream from which he could drink. But he would have to enter in order to reach it. His instincts were screaming at him that that would be the dumbest move of all time to make, considering that that aforementioned theoretical mountain lion could be nearby and ready to strike. Keir wasn't going in, but what else could he do? He couldn't go much longer without quenching his growing thirst. He grunted, feeling stuck. |
PHARAOH LEAP.
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